posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 01:58 PM
He came from the deep, abyssal and perdurable ocean from above, like impetuous mail, traveling on express delivery.
The morning was sombre and dawn was knocking on the door, but the regal lord of light was not yet present and it was another uninvited and unpleasant
outlander, who was to intrude and try to deceive.
He flew too hastily to be the one we anticipated, but the trickster was a supreme magician. He burned, blindingly bright and moved silent like a
snake. Oh, but we knew he came to destroy, as a fireball spat from the chasm of the nether world.
He shot closer and the sooty, black trail gave Chase, like the breath of a defective dragon. We stood in awe observing the jester dance through the
heavens, like a king's fool and anxiously waited for the ungracious slip to the floor.
The deafening boom scorched across the sky, as the beguiling king landed with his minions in tow, crashing about him like a cluster bomb. At impact,
the deep bellow sounded, announcing his arrival and resounding outwards shattering windows with the potency of his vociferation. The intonation of the
windows screaming as the children join for the cresendo, following shortly after.
But just as a magician, scintillating, he is gone in the blink of an eye, leaving in his wake consternation, bewilderment, and solicitude.
The paramount king of terror, has struck again.